Another large-scale spell flew over the head. It was not from Medici, but from another direction.
The color of the technique was dark blue, with a strong, salty smell like sea water.
The scale of the spell was larger than those released by Medici before. It was so big that Tuoke knew the first time he saw it - this spell was not directed at a certain person, but at the entire area.
Then it's canceled out.
The dark blue spell seemed to hit an invisible wall the moment before it approached the ground. It paused suddenly, split from the middle, slid to both sides, and hit the ground behind Tuoke.
A large crater exploded in the ground, and debris flew everywhere.
Medici looked over in surprise.
Logically speaking, he is the only legendary mage on this field - he has sensed the magic power fluctuations of all the contestants within his range of perception.
Although those mystics are strong, they are not strong enough to cast spells of this level. No, it is not them.
Medici looked away from the mystic and landed on the other side of the arena.
Chaluoke stood there with one hand still raised, the palm facing outward and the fingers slightly bent.
The embers of the elimination magic still remained between his fingers - light blue spots of light that were slowly dissipating.
He was actually there too.
Medici's eyes narrowed slightly.
He knows Chaluoke - no, it's not "knowing", it's "knowing". Many years ago in the Southern Continent, a genius emerged from nowhere and defeated the magician known as "Southern Continent's strongest" at a young age.
The genius's name circulated among the top leaders of the mainland countries for a while, and then he disappeared.
Some said he was recruited by the Karelia Empire, some said he was assassinated by a mysterious organization, and some said he lived in seclusion.
Medici doesn't know where he went, but he remembers his name.
Chaluoke Put your hands down.
He looked in the direction of Medici and wanted to say something - then he felt danger.
It didn't come from the direction of Medici, but from in front of him.
In the smoke, a man wearing a kimono and a bamboo hat stood there, his hand on the handle of a long knife at his waist.
"Hello, powerful mage."
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna's voice is very soft and steady, and is a bit stiff in the pronunciation of Mainland's lingua franca.
"I'm the Juggernaut, Kamiizumi Nobutsuna."
A flash of sword light flashed.
The speed of the sword's light was so fast that before Chaluoke's pupils had time to shrink, the silver-white light that popped out of the scabbard had already appeared in front of him.
Chaluoke's body suddenly tilted to the right at that moment. His left hand was raised at the same time, and a light blue shield condensed in his palm.
The sword light struck the shield, slid across the surface of the shield, passed over Chaluoke's shoulder, and hit the ground behind him.
A long and deep crack was cut into the ground, and the edges of the crack were as smooth as if they had been polished by a whetstone.
Chaluoke quickly retreated. His steps were fast, but he was not running away, but keeping distance.
In the battle between mages and warriors, distance is the lifeline.
As he was retreating, he threw out a spell with his right hand, a red, whip-like flame, which was drawn from Kamiizumi Nobutsuna's head.
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna's long knife drew a circle on top of his head, blocking the flame whip.
His body took a step forward at the same moment as he blocked the attack, so fast that Chaluoke's eyes only caught a blurry afterimage.
He is closing the distance.
Medici withdraws attention.
He looked at the mystics around him.
They are still chanting spells and gathering magic power.
He decided to interrupt them first. He closed his hands in front of him, and a light blue light lit up in his palms.
A beam of light erupted from his palm and blasted in the direction of the mystic.
Then the light beam stopped. It was not blocked, but "caught" by something.
Medici's pupils shrank slightly.
The mystics stood behind the translucent shield. Their chanting did not stop, but the air in front of them was distorting.
A huge claw made of dark purple light stretched out from the air, holding the Medici light beam in its heart.
The five fingers of the paw slowly closed on the light pillar, holding the magic that could destroy a mountain into a ball of light, and then crushed it.
Spots of light floated out from between the fingers of the claws, like countless tiny fireflies.
The mystics took out a black crystal engraved with runes, and the crystal glowed dark purple in their palms.
They raised the crystal high above their heads and recited the last spell.
The crystal is broken.
Dark purple light gushes out from the crystal fragments, condensing and shaping in the air.
A figure emerged from the light.
The black armor covers from head to toe, with no skin exposed.
The surface of the armor was engraved with fine, dark purple runes, and the runes flowed on the surface of the armor, like countless tiny, swimming snakes.
The figure was larger than a normal person, suspended in mid-air, with its feet off the ground.
It held a staff in its hand. The staff was longer than its body, with a dark purple, slowly rotating crystal ball inlaid on the top.
Reaper of Death
Legendary summons, it is said that only legendary mages who have mastered extremely advanced summoning techniques can summon them.
It is recorded in ancient documents that it was summoned by a certain archmage in ancient times to fight against invading alien creatures.
Medici felt the aura emanating from it that was so rich that it was almost solidified, close to the level of Eighth Tier.
When did the mystics become so powerful?
It is impossible for them to summon an existence close to Eighth Tier out of thin air. Unless - they are not using their own magic power, but energy stored in the crystal in advance and injected by a more powerful existence.
It's not like the mystics have developed this kind of summoning technique on their own and someone taught them.
Medici showed a serious attitude. He slowly raised his hands from both sides of his body, and different lights lit up in his palms at the same time - the left hand was red flame, and the right hand was blue frost.
He was about to perform his own large-scale magic, a magic that could wipe the entire area off the map. He had never shown it in front of anyone before.
Another powerful breath attracted him.
Came from the other side of the arena.
The Holy Duke of Vostok stood there, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. There was no magic wave around his body, but his existence itself was like an unsheathed sword.
He looked at the situation in front of him and smiled.
Boom.
A man was smashed in from outside the Colosseum. His body bounced on the ground of the arena, then slid for a while, hit the high wall, and stopped. It was the archipelago warrior who had just left. His hat fell off, revealing the young, pale, and naked face. Bloody face. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and the dark green kimono was covered with dust and gravel, but his hand still held the knife. He got up from the ground, inserted the long knife back into his waist, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then raised his head and looked at the figure above the high wall.
Chaluoke jumped off the high wall and landed on the ground of the arena. His coat was covered with dust, and the sleeve of his left hand was cut with a long cut by a knife, revealing the uninjured, pale, vein-covered arm underneath. His breathing was a little short, but his expression was calm.
"It's not bad that you can fight me to this level, Juggernaut." Chaluoke's voice was not loud.
"I'm a genius..."
Chaluoke hasn't finished speaking yet.
A crimson beam of light flew from a distance, so fast that he only had time to raise his hand. His palm opened up just before the beam of light arrived, and a shield condensed in his palm.
The beam of light hit the shield, like a stream of water hitting a wall, spreading to both sides.
Red light spots drifted from both sides of his body and landed on the ground, burning tiny holes into the stone slabs.
Chaluoke blocked the spell with one hand, raised his head and looked towards the direction from which the spell flew.
A woman came out of the smoke, wearing a crimson robe and holding a staff taller than her body.
Her hair was dark brown, tied into a ponytail, hanging down the back of her head. Her face was very white, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were so bright that Chaluoke was stunned for a moment when she saw those eyes.
"Chaluoke, long time no see." The woman spoke. The mage who cast the spell spoke calmly, but spoke a little faster.
"You're actually still alive--"
Chaluoke was stunned for a moment. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"
There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.